The Tycoons little redhead

y dress. I stood at the edge of the grave, my heels sinking to the

ther and half-siblin

rns on the sleeves, the fabric clinging to her as the rain soaked through. A black veil cov

wore a short black dress with a wide-brimmed hat that hid her swollen eyes. Her high heels kept sinking in

lored to his broad shoulders and tall frame, made him look more like he was attending a business meeting than a funeral. With

their tears. Min

s. I couldn't say I loved him, not the way they did, but I respected him enough to grieve silently for

inc

out, her face was s

alright m

concern i

ow I couldn't process the whole event playing before

right m

er mascara. Lydia was indeed a beautiful woman but it wa

s weren't hard to decipher, Reed Morales. The sight of him nagged in my chest, his presence here felt wrong to me. He was my father's riv

ts like he hadn't spent years trying to

you doin

e I could stop them. Reed's

y my re

oice smooth and detac

hated

e trembling, my

for him in life, so

e rain glistening on

ke me Ms. Tucker and

an inch se

He was a worthy opponent. I came b

claw that indifferent e

n't belo

my lips, fighting

eave, your not

e walking bac

-

shovels of dirt hitting the coffin, the rain that never c

ve, my steps heavy and aimless. Exhaustion doin

uincy T

roz

few feet away, their

being approached by people of the

es

oming out more stra

to speak

them

out Emil

modeling industry. She was to work as a model for my Father's new launch in his busine

about

ske

stepped forward, hi

ating her murde

rde

, my stoma

four days and her last lo

bfounded un

know about her in the day

d, taken

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met with her b

ok my

o, I d

resti

his voice growin

ou at one of her last known locatio

?!, you mean the indust

y chest. The situatio

exchanged a look

tion between you and Emily a few days

reement, yes. A harsh exchange betweens us over simple matters. But murder? I never had a reason to want to kill he

to come

cer said, his

est for the murde

king my head, my che

This is a

trying to

t! I swear I d

ard, their hands firm a

cooperat

nd offic

parting as if she wanted to speak but couldn't. Her trembling hands reached out for balance,

her wide eyes darting from me

om

didn't move, too

eyes met mine briefly, full of guilt and fear, but he didn't step forw

en, I

umbrella was still raised, his expression unreadable, as if none of this

her

before leading me away. I felt the weight of betrayal, the shock,

n my life, I realize